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Masturbation Monday | Fuck Me Out of My Funk

Fuck Me Out of My Funk

This is my first ever post for Masturbation Monday, and it’s the first erotica post I’ve published on this site. I’m only a tiny bit nervous … go easy on me in the comments!

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Sometimes you know what’s caused it. Sometimes you come home, and find me watching horror movies. The only time I watch horror is when my brain shuts down; when I don’t want to do anything but sit, and feel numb.

You see that look upon my face, so you sit by me, and whisper dirty words into my ear. You tell me to sit still, to not move. Then you disappear off upstairs. I can’t hear what you’re doing, but my gut tells me what I soon find out to be true.

When you come downstairs, I see the flash of purple. I hear the crinkle of wrapper, and your face tells me all I need to know. You’re going to fuck me. You’re going to switch my brain back on, and make it feel again, even if I say no.

I resist slightly, I make shrugging motion. ‘Maybe later,’ I’ll say looking away from your face. I know you’ll fuck me out of my funk, but it seems like so much effort. The intensity in your eyes says, ‘there will be no later’.

You’ve known me for over three years, you know what I need by now. You know no amount of cookies or ice cream or even cuddles will work. My brain is stuck, and you need to fix it.

A rip of the condom later, and you’re on top of me. Moving me, urging me to make space for you on our small sofa. There’s nothing gentle about the way we fuck. There’s no latent tenderness hiding in your eyes, there’s just lust, and discomfort – our couch wasn’t made for fucking on.

My brain starts to slowly click back in to place, but it’s not fast enough for your liking. So you pull out the flash of purple, and thrust it between us. The sensation tickles, and I try to tug it away, but before I can do so you grab my wrist, and hold it down.

There is no running away from you. You have me pinned, and you can tell I like it. This isn’t a comfortable position to fuck in, but little by little you can see the numbness start to fade.

Hands tighten, breaths come faster, and my hips still as yours work harder.

Sometimes, I cry. I startle you as the rush of lust, and love I feel overwhelms me. Sometimes I kiss you with a ferocity that leaves you moaning. Sometimes, I simply submit to the feeling. I’m hedonistic when it comes to pleasure. I love sensation, and I love feeling everything, especially when it comes to you.

You kiss me gently as we lie in a jumbled mess of limbs on the sofa. We’re spent, sweaty, and satiated.

OMG, I’m so glad to see you here for Masturbation Monday! And also, fucked out of a funk sounds like something I (and John Brownstone, frankly) could use right about now. There is something wonderful about having the trust and care of another person enough that they know what you need and that you let them give it to you.

And as far as erotica goes, this was a GREAT read. Please write more when you can!

I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone fuck me out of a funk before. My brain doesn’t turn off as much as her clouded over by other things like anxiety. Perhaps this would be an excellent way to kick that too